Sapling
Down the forest path lined with dried up red and yellow leaves, a lady made her way as dawn broke out over the sky and the little village in the distance vanished from sight. She was dressed in a flowing white robe, tied up at the waist with a silvery green shimmering ribbon. Her long auburn hair, flowing carelessly in the slightly chilly morning breeze, was tied up with a similar ribbon – or was it a little vine? Her face was calm and smiling, but her eyes betrayed the sadness inside her, as a lone tear trickled down her cheek. In her hand, she carried a beautiful white lily. . . . (A month ago…) (Daphne) As I made my way down the forested path, the aura of the trees and animals surrounding me seemed to grow warmer, more radiant. The fading sunlight shone through the gaps in the sprawling green canopy above me. I could sense a clearing up ahead. As I neared the place, the blooms of a hundred...